Jack: 
I feel like I'm waking up from a bad dream,
but as time goes by I realise I'm still in it.

Storyteller:
Jack gets up from the ground
the sun annoys his eyes
He remembers a strange sign
on the suits of the perpetrators

Jack: I see tiretracks from a big car
It must have been that black van
The firearms I saw
are exclusively used by the swedish military

Storyteller:
So he calls his childhood friend
Swedish General Fredrik Ben
Jack: ...did you write all down?
Please hear with your contacts around

Fredrik: I've [bad word] on the base
Something weird is taking place
I will lay low but I'll look around
Tell the cops what you've found

Storyteller: Jack finds a stingmark at the end of his spine
Jack:I do not see what they would want from me, I blind?
I BLIND?
When will I wake from this nightmare?